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i like to write poetry about how i feel...sometimes they are love poetry..sometimes i write suicidal poetry. sometiems even hatred poetry it all depends on my mood.
i love to dance and write poetry...i used to write a poem everyday. now i don't write that much because my family members like to snoop through my room. i think it is quite retarded of me to stop writing on behalf of their rudeness...but i would rahter not they read my personal feelings. (allpoetry.com is an acception for reading them though)
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this reminds me soo much of my boyfriend!
Girl: Do i ever cross ur mind
Boy: No
Girl: Do you like me?
Boy: Not really
Girl: Do you want me?
Boy: No
Girl: Would you cry if I left?
Boy: No
Girl: Would you live for me?
Boy: No
Girl: Would you do anything for me?
Boy: No
Girl: Choose--me or ur life
Boy: my life
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says...
The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.
The reason why I don't like you is because I love you.
The reason I don't want you is because I need you.
The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left.
The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you.
The reason why. I'm not willing to do anything for you is because I would do everything for you.
The reason I chose my life is because you are my life.

I LOVE YOU NATHAN!!!!!!

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Read dis all of u:Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic
Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair
She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore
A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die
She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
" God, why? Why is
My life always sinking? "
Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did
Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made
She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "
The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dieing
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying
Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lieing on the floor
It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms
If you don't put this in ur profile then it proves you have no heart!!!!!

  • Last seen on Nov 16 12:22 AM 2006. Member since April 25, 2006.
  • I'm a citrine experience poet for 175 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is "to her own relfection she said. "i will be strong"".
  • I am a 15 year old girl (United States)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm a high school.
  • Visit my homepage at not sure yet
  • I am in the groups a poets dream of love, happy endings
  • I have 175 comments

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Guest Book

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  • smiley on May 30, 2006
    Hello there,

    you have such an intense authors page... I just stopped by to thank you for all the reading of my work. I am glad that you enjoyed it..

    Yvonne
  • Imagine3 on May 29, 2006
    hey thanks for your comment on my poem twisted game, but i wrote that a long time ago and i wanted to stop in and tell you that i dont cut anymore... i havnt cut for 4 1/2 months. i know to some people that doesnt seem very long. but for a cutter it is. thanks for your support and your comment.
    -Sasha
  • Joy-Cee on May 10, 2006
    Thxnz 4 da comments, they allow me 2 be the best i can b....*teaR (lol)Ur alwayz welcome at my page, n by the way read more of my poems hun :&)
  • teen poeticsoul on May 3, 2006
    i read a child called it and it's what made me what to be a child psychologist because i dont think that any child should have to deal with that and if they do i wanted to be the one to help them get over it...the problem was though that lol i hate to listen to ppl complain and not do anything about it so, either way it was a good book even though it lead me down the wrong career path.

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